General Fiction posted December 10, 2021 |
With fingers entwined , I slowly feel my mind unwind
God s Masterpiece
by tempeste
Sunsets come in an array of stunning hues
from fall's red-orange and burgundy
to melting gold and butterscotch candy.
Finished my last chore
often I perch on the top footstep of my church
to watch yet again another day end.
God's masterpiece never fails to spellbind.
Town's angular silhouette stands clear-cut
against a canvas of eye-catching tones.
All this beauty is our Lord's gift to mankind
yet many find it not worthy of their time
while others don't even believe in its divine design.
As I contemplate God's work of art
anxiety and stress depart;
and a swelling ardour fills my heart.
I want my ashes to be released
here on my mount at sundown;
may this site full of grace
be my resting place.
Sunset contest entry
Sunsets come in an array of stunning hues
from fall's red-orange and burgundy
to melting gold and butterscotch candy.
Finished my last chore
often I perch on the top footstep of my church
to watch yet again another day end.
God's masterpiece never fails to spellbind.
Town's angular silhouette stands clear-cut
against a canvas of eye-catching tones.
All this beauty is our Lord's gift to mankind
yet many find it not worthy of their time
while others don't even believe in its divine design.
As I contemplate God's work of art
anxiety and stress depart;
and a swelling ardour fills my heart.
I want my ashes to be released
here on my mount at sundown;
may this site full of grace
be my resting place.
from fall's red-orange and burgundy
to melting gold and butterscotch candy.
Finished my last chore
often I perch on the top footstep of my church
to watch yet again another day end.
God's masterpiece never fails to spellbind.
Town's angular silhouette stands clear-cut
against a canvas of eye-catching tones.
All this beauty is our Lord's gift to mankind
yet many find it not worthy of their time
while others don't even believe in its divine design.
As I contemplate God's work of art
anxiety and stress depart;
and a swelling ardour fills my heart.
I want my ashes to be released
here on my mount at sundown;
may this site full of grace
be my resting place.
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